Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Argentina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Main Source to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Foxx,
Smog,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Newcleus,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
Can,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Godley & Creme,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
The Litter,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.